Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 1. Missing Chances

My day was supposed to be normal like how my everyday routines went. Waking up, getting ready, off to the train station, head to work, go back to the train station, come home and play my guitar. Yes, it does look like I have no life, I have the world of my own. I’m caught on under the spell of the music the strings of my guitar produces, the tunes and harmonies from my piano.

Anyways now I’m down at the train station, getting my breakfast bagels to go as usual. I leaned back on the tiled walls of Paddington station at Westminster. Every day at 9am sharp, I go on the great western main line and stop at Goring & Streatley.

And also, everyday five minutes before 9am, there will be this girl who’ll wait on the other side of the train station. Who can I not notice her? For over a year I’ll see her there every single day, riding the same train with mine. Going off on the same station.

Course she was beautiful, long black wavy hair, big round eyes and red lips with an average height. I always wanted to say hi to her, to talk and get to know her. But I just never had the courage and the confidence to do so.

People think I’m cheeky, but that’s just when I’m around friends and people that I’m comfortable with. Not a stunning stranger on the train station.

I messed my wavy curls there were dangling above my forehead, I couldn’t help but notice she looked different today. She had a jumper on the middle of summer. Whereabouts most girls here would barely have anything on.

I walked through the stalls, still admiring her looks. Then it was 9 o’clock, and our train came. I promised myself today, I’d try and talk to her. I went to walk a few steps behind her, walking with the massive crowd trying to get a seat.

Today was unconditionally full. I took my earphones on, looking back and forth hoping to catch a glimpse of which cart she was sitting in. I tried to move to the other cart after noticing she wasn’t on mine. But ended up not seeing her again.

“Morning”, I told my friend Samantha. See, we both work at costas, a coffee shop which is located everywhere in London. Being a barista and a musician is the only thing I’m good at doing. “Morning, someone’s chappy”, she sneered.

“You know that girl I told you about?”, I took off my black sling bag, and took my clothes off. I curved a smile, noticing Samantha was eyeing me because I was changing my clothes to my work suit, showing off my chest and well the rest of it. “Stop staring”, I laughed. “I’m not”, she shrudded and laughed.

“So? Did you finally said hello?”, she was cleaning up the machines. “Wait.. this is the girl on the train station, yes?”, she stopped working and looked at me. “Yeah, I was going to but she dissapeared”, I pouted.

I nudged her with my elbow, telling her off to go and work, “Same old story?”, she raised her eyebrow. “Same old story”, I sighed. My body was at work but my mind were somewhere else.

I wanted to meet her before I decided doing what I thought of doing all year. Which was to try out for either X Factor or British Got Talent. My parents have been telling me off for two years to audition, but I was in school back then so I had to finish my A Levels first.

“Better luck another day”, Samantha said.

Five days later,

I was walking on the sunny day at Westminster. walking through the train station and it was nearly 9 o’clock. I tapped my feet continously, looking back and forth from my watch and back to the crowd. These last few days, I didn’t see her around. I even waited in the seat she likes to sit down and read.

Today, I found myself sitting alone on the bench, waiting for a girl I’ve never met in person.

A few minutes later, I was in great relieve and smiled as wide as I could. She was walking down with her jacket and scarf on. She smiled when she passed me, and sat on the edge of the bench.

This is it, i thought. “Aren’t you warm enough?”, I hope I’m good enough to make her laugh. Oh right she chuckled, “Yeah, I’m okay. I try to stand out”, she joked. “Yah, I think you do”, I nodded in agreement.

She looked paler, but her smile was beautiful. She had one dimple that i never noticed, she put a tuck of hair on the back of her ears, smiled at me as if she was asking a permission to listen with her earphone.

I stood up when the train came, I smiled to her politely. Not knowing what to say, because she was still wearing her iphone i wouldn't want to come off rude. She walked over to the train first and I followed behind her.

She sat on the edge, with no space to seat beside her. So I stayed and stand near the sliding doors. There goes my chance. I could’ve asked for her number, or her name at least. Now I’m creepishly admiring her from five feets away.

The next few weeks i tried to come back and see if she'll show up again. But she never did, it made me regret not having the courage to talk to her. I know she might turn up not like the sweet sensitive girl i thought she'd be. She might be crazy for all i know. But i wanted to finish what i started.

My phone rang,

"Harry, where are you?", Samantha buzzed on the other side of the line.

"Still at the train station. What's up Sam?", i looked from the left to the right. Loads of people walking through, but none of them was 'her'. London has it's incredible variety groups of people, it's always fun just looking at how odd people will dress up. 

"You're supposed to do my shift!", she said loudly.

"Shit! I completely forgot", i swore under my breath.

"Get there quick thenn! Why are you there anyways, she'll be in at 9 right?"

"Thought she'd change her train schedule", i simply answered. Looking at the board and checking when the next train will come.

"So any luck of seeing her then?"

"No luck, my train arrives in three minutes. I'll be there in fifteen", i hung up.

I was seriously pissed on why can't i just see her... My train arrived and had a seat on those dirty plastic chairs. I straigthen my clothes and laid back straight. Just when the train started moving, i recognised a familiar face.

It was her.